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Pape is not related to the feels, but is a pape.
Damn, writing this is hurting me already. There was this girl when I was a senior in high-school. She was supposed to be a lesbian, and she was studying 11th grade. A gay guy in my class introduced us and we started hanging out a lot. She was my best friend, I was her best friend. We spent almost a year like this, and I really liked her, but I was a complete idiot that didn't understand how people work. She ended up telling me that she loved me. I panicked and told her that I didn't want to lose our friendship and that I was scared. Without wanting to, I broke her heart. I moved to to spend a year there studying, and I came back some months ago. She sent me an email while I was there, after months of not talking to each other, and told me that she wanted to meet me once I came back home. We met, she told me that was dating a girl and that she was great, that we should be friends again.
We started talking to each other again, and she broke up with her girlfriend. We hung out a couple of times and she was giving me smiles and being playful with me, and I started to be into it. After that day I started thinking about her a lot, and she invited me to her place and said that we would be alone. I went to her place, but apparently she invited her new girlfriend too. After her new girlfriend left, we made out and spooned in her bed. She told me that she did it not because she wanted to be with me, but because she wanted to know how it could have been to make out with me. She said she wanted to spent more time with her girl, but that we could be friends.
I haven't stopped thinking about her since then, and I feel like shit because I broke her heart and now she is breaking mine. I was an asshole and I guess I deserve it, but it fucking sucks. I love her so much now and I feel like an idiot for letting her go back then.
